“You do this…
… to drive me crazy!” I’m writing in my studio, taking a break to eat black olives and drink grape juice, and I hear a couple walking home on the sidewalk below me, I’m up here in the pine trees. He yells at her, “you do this to drive me crazy.” I know she is an MD and he details cars. I’ve heard this same dialogue several times now. I wonder why she settles for him? Once she gets home, I can see her across the street, she waters her lawn, weeds her flower beds. Earlier this evening I saw two men walking down the street with their daughters. The girls picked a few of her flowers. Children rarely ignore pretty things.